Writing exercise 170

Hello again!

Has it really been 170 weeks already? :O
Today I have a German sonnet for you, prompted by a member of the Dead Pete Society again.
Here it is:

2019/03/12 – First Kiss (German sonnet)

First kiss the morning goodbye

In your throat grows a lump

Into the world to take the jump

Yet you leap with a curious eye

Next bid the afternoon farewell

You have played together all day

Until there's nothing left to say

Enjoyed the stories to tell

And when the evening falls

And the nightingale calls

You lay down in your bed

Dream of the morning bliss

Of another bittersweet first kiss

And not a single tear be shed